More on Beds


 

 

I’ve grown accustomed to my bed –
Can hardly bear to leave it;
By day and night I’m to it wed,
And then need to bereave it;
For every hour, don’t you know,~
I must get up, and need to ‘go’;
For days and nights now, this is so ~
And I hate to perceive it.

On Friday got a summons clear,
‘Come to the Clinic, must be here
Quite well within the hour’;
I rushed to meet with this request
And in the circs. I thought it best
Not even first to shower.

They said, ‘To hospital!’ Oh, woe!
‘Don’t get two hundred,  don’t pass GO;
A bed is booked, so go there!’
In no time I was in this bed
And with all sorts of drips was fed;
They certainly aren’t slow there.

My immune system needs to build,
So with protection I am filled
Against next Chemo session;
Dripped countless pints of Vitamin B,
Antibiotics, blood transfusions, see,
To stop a health regression.

And all the time with needles poked;
‘I feel like a pincushion,’ joked,
With blood tests being given;
On Monday they were satisfied
And I released to go outside
And back at home go livin’!

© December 2019 Colonialist

About colonialist

Active septic geranium who plays with words writing fantasy novels and professionally editing, with notes writing classical music, and with riding a mountain bike, horses and dinghies. Recently Indie Publishing has been added to this list.
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27 Responses to More on Beds

  1. Debra says:

    You are on a bit of a roller coaster, I’d say. I am sorry for the hospital stay, but oh so pleased that you are home now! With the uncertainty during the hospital stay, you maintain a wonderful smile!

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  2. Don’t know where my comment went to. 😳 I said that I sang your poem to the tune of, ‘I’ve grown accustomed to her face’, and it fitted very well. Hubby was amazed at your wizardry with words and said that you’re a wordsmith par excellence. 👏🏻 Rest up and get strong again, dear Col. 🤗

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  3. equinoxio21 says:

    They thought of it rather late… Doctors… Well at least you are back home. You can have that whisky on the rocks at sunset… (never before sunset!)

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  4. Widdershins says:

    Phew! Glad to hear you made it back home in one piece! 🙂 … albeit a little perforated. 😀

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  5. The last three lines were a relief

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  6. SueW says:

    Good to see you here, and my you do look chirpy, and who wouldn’t after the cocktails you’ve just had. I could do with your sort of pick me up, trouble is I don’t want everything else you’ve got.

    Keep us in the loop Les, and all the best for the next bout of chemo.

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  7. Arkenaten says:

    At least you’re still smiling. Or is that a grimace brought on by constipation?

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  8. Thoughts are with you and sending you positive vibes.

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  9. Chris said I sang this beautifully to ‘I’ve grown accustomed to her face.” I really fitted very well. 🤣 you are such a wordsmith and we are both impressed and very jealous. 👏🏻👍 Get stronger every day. 🤗

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  10. disperser says:

    I wondered what was going on. So, an emergency hospitalization . . . but better now, I gather (as you know, poetry and me mix not all that well).

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